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August 5, 2008 The Arsenal, Central Park, New York City From the Academy Audio Archive

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Abraham Smith is the author of Hank (Action Books, 2010) and Only Jesus Could Icefish in Summer (Action Books, 2014). He teaches at University of Alabama and lives in Tuscaloosa, Alabama and Ladysmith, Wisconsin.

whim man mammon

Abraham Smith
secret soil coital
the dove there
sounds blonde as
whipped oil
please appeal to
wimpling skies
journeying trees
there is but one fence
bone true and 
one blockhead dog
inside
to rend
the smarts
of trees
at journey's end
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From Whim Man Mammon, published by Action Books. Copyright © 2007 by Abraham Smith. Used with permission.

From Whim Man Mammon, published by Action Books. Copyright © 2007 by Abraham Smith. Used with permission.

Abraham Smith

Abraham Smith is the author of Hank (Action Books, 2010) and Only Jesus Could Icefish in Summer (Action Books, 2014). He teaches at University of Alabama and lives in Tuscaloosa, Alabama and Ladysmith, Wisconsin.

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This poem is from a longer work, written in dedication to Abraham Smith's canine companion, Rodney.
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runt crouched in
the dark part of the culvert
every sugar road
half a bag shy
of the flour roads
every here we go crow
spoiled at the touch
of gun holes in signs
love is inside
light wet seeds
nailed into
the crawlspace
between eyetooth
and barred goon
poem
like summer melon
hit by a part
from a washing machine

yes seeds but no
seeds to bean
the oils from

I run olive
oil all in my glasses

make it so I only see in sleep

wedge of bread
masks the crow
a clown you know
fat white nose

pecked once
and dropped
from yonder pine

your smashing legs
uncrossed

god your